Hard Pounding Raine


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Rough, Oral Sex, Size, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: She discovers that her favorite spot in the world has been trashed up by beer bashes, dashing her hopes of a peaceful day on the lakeshore. With Earth Day right around the corner and a friend so green that she almost needs watering, Raine knows what to do. Little does she know that the day of the cleanup will bring a rainstorm, and the gorgeous son of an ex-boyfriend to brighten it.

Down came the windows, though she knew that the interior would have a fine coating of gravel dust by the time she returned home. It was the first truly warm day of the year. The office had hired a couple of people to reduce her workload. She'd finally come to her senses and returned to single life after a string of two bad relationships.

She meant to enjoy it to its fullest.

The wind whipped through her short blonde hair, bringing a smile to her lips as she cruised between the fields and trees, far off the beaten path, 80s music rocking from the speakers. She rolled her eyes when the song ended and a bumper declared the station as oldies before going to commercial. It seemed like only yesterday that the station was playing music from a decade or two earlier. Despite pushing closer to forty than thirty, she refused to feel old, no matter how hard the radio tried to convince her otherwise.

It wasn't far now - her favorite spot in the world. Willis Lake held fond memories of family outings, first dates, and first kisses. She loved being outside, and there were few places around as beautiful as the lake. Switching on her turn signal despite the ridiculousness of doing so in the middle of the sticks, she turned off the gravel road.

Tall browned stalks of last year's growth brushed against the undercarriage of the car as she negotiated the dirt road that was the final stretch to the lake. Across the open meadow, she could see the scrub that lined the near shore, and the majestic pines that dominated the far bank. A little farther, and she could see the water sparkling in the sunlight. Even though she knew the water would be far too cold for swimming, that wasn't going to stop her from sitting on the beach and letting the waves lap at her legs.

Anticipation building by the second, she stopped the car at the top of the hill and climbed out. A quick tug settled her top back into place. All the bouncing around on the country roads had caused the top to wrinkle up above her breasts. It wouldn't have happened if she'd worn a bra, but today of all days, she didn't want to feel restricted.

More of the lake came into view by the moment as she hiked across the meadow from the road toward the hill leading down to the beach. Reaching the crest, she stopped, her shoulders slumping.

The beach was littered with garbage. Beer cans, liquor bottles, plastic bags, and soggy beer cases were everywhere. A pair of ragged, sun-bleached pink panties even hung from a small tree next to the sand, fluttering like a perverse banner in the breeze.

Shocked and saddened, she could only stare at the mess and wish that every thoughtless person who attended the parties that had caused it reaped the bad karma they deserved. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned. She had to do something about it.

Knowing that her cell would never get a signal from here, Raine turned away from the depressing scene and returned to her car. She didn't have the time or resources to organize cleaning up the lake, but she knew who did.

The lake once more came into view on another beautiful day, but this time, her car wasn't the first to pull up and park along the tire tracks.

"Happy Earth Day!" Beth called out as Raine climbed out of the car.

"Happy Earth Day," she responded, tickled by what she saw.

Two pickups had litter sticks and trash bags stacked on the tailgates, ready to haul away the garbage from the beach. A third with a camper shell displayed snacks and large coolers full of punch donated by the local grocery stores. Rakes leaned up against it, which would help remove the debris and broken glass from the sand of the beach. Two porta-potties stood ready. Half a dozen people had already arrived, and two more cars appeared from beyond the trees as Raine walked up to hug her old friend.

"This is perfect," Beth said, "The before and after photos are going to be great. You did remember to bring a glass, didn't you?"

Raine nodded. Beth had insisted that everyone coming bring their own glass, so there would be no need to use disposable cups. If she was any greener, someone would have to water her. The pickups all had bumper stickers proudly declaring that they ran on bio-diesel, and two of the cars already parked - including Beth's - were hybrids.

Ever bubbly, Beth clapped her hands and said, "Everyone else should be here soon, then we'll get started. This is going to be so much fun."

Looking out over the lake, the garbage didn't seem quite so depressing this time. Just knowing that it was going to be gone soon lessened the impact. Raine felt the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile as Beth dragged her along to introduce everyone, which continued as more people arrived.

One last car pulled up as Beth was passing out the sticks and trash bags, ready to get underway. It was all Raine could do not to stare in undisguised lust as the young man climbed out of his car.

A tight, sleeveless t-shirt strained to contain his muscular chest. Hints of rock-hard abs peeked out at the bottom, along with pleasure trail of hair leading down to cloth shorts. Long dark hair framed a handsome face that looked oddly familiar, though she was certain that she would remember such a delicious young specimen of manhood if she'd ever met him. He looked at her, making eye-contact, and smiled.

Raine smiled back and turned away as nonchalantly as possible, her heart pounding. It had been a month or so since she'd been with anyone, and her hormones went into overdrive from the sight of him.

Beth continued her duties, bringing him over and saying, "Kyle, this is Raine. This was her idea. Raine, Kyle."

"Long time, no see," Kyle said as he shook her hand.

Beth piped up, "Oh? You know each other already?"

At a loss, Raine could only shrug.

Kyle laughed. "Not surprised you don't remember me. It's been a few years. Kyle Matthewson."

The name sparked a memory and Raine gasped. "No. You can't be. You were only..." She held out her hand, indicating his height as she remembered it.

"I've grown up a little."

You've grown a lot, she thought, shivers running up her spine. He had only been fourteen when she was dating his father five years earlier.

"Get a bag, Kyle. We've got work to do," Beth instructed, taking charge. "Let's get to it."

Everyone fanned out, and Kyle walked alongside Raine down to the beach. Hoping to distract herself and avoid any embarrassing signs of how he aroused her, she asked, "So, how's your father?"

"Doing okay. How about you?"

Raine poked the nail on her stick into the pair of panties hanging from the tree, taking down the banner flying over the garbage heap her favorite spot had become. She deposited them in the bag and answered, "Oh, fine. Your turn."

He chuckled. "At community college - general studies. Still not sure what direction I want to go."

The pair picked up trash, chatting about the changes in their lives since last seeing each other. Raine was able to relax a little as they talked, though she could never quite tame the tingle between her legs that arose every time she looked at him. His father had the thickest cock she'd ever seen, and she couldn't help but wonder if it ran in the family.

With over thirty people at work, the bulk of the visible trash vanished in no time. Beth then sent most everyone into tall, dry grass and bushes spreading out along the shore on either side of the beach, and assigned a few to rake the sand.

When she and Kyle both filled their second bag, he offered to take both of them back up to the truck and bring new ones. Unable to resist, she watched him walk away, admiring what had to be the finest glutes in the tri-state area at play beneath his thin, cloth shorts.

If I was ten years younger, she thought wistfully. So much for not feeling old. Her vibrator was going to work overtime tonight.

A shadow moving across the sand toward her prompted Raine to look up at the sky. She narrowed her eyes, seeing gray clouds creeping in. The weatherman had predicted a possibility of rain, and it looked as if he were right. So far, the clouds were scattered, but darker clouds loomed on the horizon.

Beth walked up. "Don't worry if it rains. Today's the big day, but I have people coming out all weekend, too. Besides, look how much we have done already."

"I know," Raine agreed. "It's hard to believe, considering how bad it was."


Kyle returned with fresh bags, but it wasn't long before a spattering of rain began to fall. In the distance thicker curtains were approaching fast.

"Hurry everyone. Let's pack up. I'll see you all tomorrow," Beth called out.

Most of the volunteers deposited their bags and sticks in the trucks and made a break for their cars before the real rain hit. A few - Beth, Raine, and Kyle included - braved the downpour to finish packing up everything and secure tarps over the truck beds.

Raine's sigh as Kyle jogged back to his car was full of melancholy. They'd had a rather pleasant conversation, and she certainly had enjoyed the scenery. Beth stayed until the last, making sure everything was ship-shape before making her own retreat.

Soaked to the skin, the two friends shared a hug. "Coming out tomorrow?" Beth asked.

Though she hadn't actually planned on it, the possibility that Kyle might be there had changed her mind. "Probably."

"See you then."

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